My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.